I was invited to a concert a couple weeks ago and I grudgingly went to appease a friend. I’m not much into concerts. It’s hard for me to sit still that long. Fidgeting and wondering what I could be doing at that moment takes over and I don’t hear the music. And yes I know I should be experiencing the moment not what I could be doing. But I was in for a surprise. The small intimate space was perfect for the evening. I thoroughly enjoyed the concert and I even bought a CD which is even more surprising to me. We listened to the music on the way home and discussed politics with the skeins of ballads in the background.
Later we heard the musician was interested in composing and recording a song for the documentary Sculpting the Wind, about the making of the Barbaro Sculpture. I spoke with the musician at length as we went over the story of Barbaro. I came away from the conversation feeling confident she has the sensitivity and the ability to write wonderful lyrics about the Barbaro story. She told me the lyrics just come to her, she can’t force them, I told her I can tell her my story about the creation of the statue, but just don’t ask me to hum along or play the spoons. It’s fun being on the other side of the creative process. I can’t wait to hear what they’re going to come up with.